𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
After a day or two, you travelled back to your natural habitat. It was your shop of course, the place you loved more than the world itself. This place was where you had turned your poor lifestyle into something greater. You had evolved into a wealthier person.
You were so happy to no longer be a servant.
The days when you used to clean up after the elite were long gone ever since you had saved up enough money to be able to focus on your hobby and make it your full-time job.
Now there was no one to order you around, no one to tell you where to go, no one constantly telling you that you weren't good enough, it was just you beating to the rhythm of your own tempo.
You were currently sowing together a kimono; it was late at night, the sun had set and your hands grazed over the fabric looking carefully at the embroidery. There was no one else with you in the room, and your assistant, had gone home for the day.
As your hands slowly picked up a thread and needle you heard the shop door open.
In walked a man wearing a white hat and suit, his attire was fashionable and even though his hat was covering his face you already knew who it was.
You braced your emotions trying to fit them together to talk to him before biting your lip.
Slowly the man rose his head and you forced yourself to speak, "You're here...Lord Tsukihiko?"
The red-eyed man looked up enough so that his face showed. It'd been a while since he'd seen you. You still had that innocent like expression as you looked at him, almost like a hamster, just peering up at him curiously.
He looked around searching for your assistant.
It was surprising that she wasn't here.
Usually, when you had clients, she was the one doing all of the talking while you would sit in the background working.
The only reason that you and him had even begun talking in the first place was that he had insisted on speaking to you. He didn't like speaking to people through mediators, it wasn't befitting for a being like himself.
Kibutsuji was above all of that.
He could remember a time when you spoke in the bare minimum getting straight to the point and not saying a word more. You were still somewhat like that...but it seemed due to him being the only client you talked to, a strange sense of favouritism had happened, you had opened up to him a little more and when he requested something it was finished faster than the rest.
You had warmed to him.
It had taken two years to get to this point and for your sake, perhaps it was a bad thing but it was much too late to turn back time.
